A room with a beautiful view- a peaceful sight from my
window
After sunny Southern California, which inspires my
imagination with the vibrant color combinations of its landscapes, reminding me
of hues on the palette of Renaissance painters, from this part of the world
where even in the winter months of the year sunshine and warmth is in
abundance, I travel to the other side of our globe to snowy-crystal, wintry
Russia.
Following a lengthy flight and landing in Moscow airport, I
journey for hours through the night down a wide icy road, surrounded by vast
fields and enchanting forest all dressed in white, to a city where I was born
and where my loving family always waits for me.
It is not possible not be inspired by such a sight, where
from one snowy branch
to another plump birds, dressed in their red and yellow
coats, happily hop about.
Tall trees of the mighty yet romantically poetic Russian forest, ornamenting
the edge of the winding road, bend down their long branches under the weight of
sugar-white snow twinkling in the moonlight, against a backdrop of spinning snowflakes in the frosty air. A miraculous vision.
Out of
sheer amazement the heart skips a beat and it seems as though a magical world
of Russian fairy tales could appear before my very eyes if I where to step into
the forest. The nature of Russia is a true beauty.
Icicles, the creation of nature itself, so fragile in
their heavenly beauty,
hang like crystal chandelier ornaments.
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